July/August 2024 Limerick Laughs Winner and Runners-up

A litter of puppies means more to a little boy than, well, just about anything.

A boy cries over the giving away of one puppy when he still has five left in the litter.

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“We can’t keep the puppies” they said
As their little boy cried and turned red.
“Oh please,” said their son,
“Can’t we just keep this one,
And get rid of my sister instead?”

Congratulations to Justin O’Connor of Leeds, Massachusetts, who won $25 for his limerick describing George Hughes’s cover illustration from our October 6, 1951, issue.

If you’d like to enter the Limerick Laughs Contest for our upcoming issue, submit your limerick via our online entry form.

Here are some more great limerick entries from this contest, in no particular order:

“But John dear, our Timmy’s so small —
and he has a good reason to bawl!
He loves that dear pup.
We just can’t give it up!”
“But Sweetheart, we can’t keep them all!”
—Barbara Hosbach, Pennington, New Jersey

There once was a young lad named Stan.
Had a tantrum while grabbing the man.
“You can’t take my Jack.
He’s mine, give him back.”
For what the man paid, yes, he can.
—Dolores Sahelian, Mission Viejo, California

Little Jimmy is taking it rough.
Saying bye to a puppy is tough!
His parents, in vain,
Must try to explain,
That four dogs is more than enough.
—Jillian Stanley, Sacramento, California

A loved one is taken away.
There’s little a father can say.
He dare not confess,
The truth, I guess,
That four more will leave any day.
—Phillip Ross, Indianapolis, Indiana

“He’s the one that I want,” the boy cries.
“But he’s broken,” his young parent lies.
“He can’t say ‘Bow Wow.’
He can only meow.
It’s really a cat in disguise.”
—Jan Sawyer, Milford, Ohio

Sonny’s tantrum should have been brief
As he rolled through the stages of grief.
But the deal dad explained
Of one shared, four retained
Provided no trace of relief.
—Paxton Grant, Hightown, Virginia

There are signs of concern from his spouse,
And his young son is starting to grouse,
His reasoning’s sound:
“We’re not running a pound,”
But I think dad’s still in the dog house.
—Jim  Johnston, Poland, Ohio

“Why on earth are you bawling?” Dad said,
As he roughly grabbed hold of young Fred.
“Because,” said the boy,
“That man looks full of joy,
And I hoped he would take me instead.”
—Bob Turvey, Stoke Bishop, Bristol, United Kingdom

No pleading or parental scolding
Could stop this small drama unfolding
Rick hadn’t forgotten
What day care had taught him
To want what the other guy’s holding.
—Lisa Timpf, Simcoe, Ontario, Canada

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